Sol Colman

“You don’t need to say anything right now, okay? I can love you enough for the both of us.”
― Peyton Corinne, Unsteady

“I don’t know what I’m going to have to do to prove to you and Oliver
that I’m not leaving—and honestly, I don’t care what it is, I’ll do it.”
― Peyton Corinne, Unsteady

“But, that’s probably why she didn’t tell you. And… I don’t want you to be mad at her.” I try to swallow past the lump forming in my throat. “I’m not mad at Sadie,” I tell him quietly. There’s a hesitancy to his stance, every line of his face, like he wants to say more but he doesn't know how. So, I take a guess. “I’m not gonna leave her, Oliver. Never, okay? She may ask me to go one day, but I will never leave her. Not her, or your brother or you. Tell me you understand that.”
― Peyton Corinne, Unsteady

“It’s, um... a stress ball. Like, you squeeze it and it helps distract your thoughts or center them? My brother has one, and it helps his anxiety,” she says, shrugging and tucking her hair back again.
“That’s... that’s really nice,” I say, feeling lame as the words leave my lips. It’s more than that. It’s everything. It’s a piece of me that only she holds the key to. It’s the acceptance of me as I am, by the only person that matters right now.”
― Peyton Corinne